Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bolivia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fugazi to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ohio Players,
Visage,
The Mojo Men,
Ludus,
Quadrant,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker,
Pylon,
Bronski Beat,
H. Thieme,
The Happenings,
The Mummies,
the Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army,
Steve Hackett,
Fluxion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
DJ Sneak,
Dark Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joyce Sims,
ABC,
Qualms,
Depeche Mode,
The Techniques,
Model 500,
The Move,
EPMD,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fall,
Deakin,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Zapp,
Eden Ahbez,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Names,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gories,
Sparks,
Jeff Lynne,
Pet Shop Boys,
New York Dolls,
Country Teasers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magazine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scan 7,
Girls At Our Best!,
Silicon Teens,
Camouflage,
Jacob Miller,
Iggy Pop,
Deepchord,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.